Wasted Time
I’ve been spending a lot of time recently getting glimpses at the adolescence I could have had if I had gotten a little less horrible a little faster.
There’s something disgusting about realizing how much time you wasted on people so inconsequential you can barely bring to mind their last names.
I know very well that I have about ten years left to have these friends, not these in particular but the kind who aren’t awful.
I am also very aware that every second I spend on yet another person who will be steeped in the irrelevance of my past is a moment closer to death.
I won’t waste any more time.